Nerissa & Q

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"Hey, Nerissa, I'm so glad you answered. Listen I have an idea-"

"Sorry to disappoint, but this is Oliver. Nessie can't come to the phone right now, but I can take a message."

"First off, terrible nickname. Second off, why do you have her phone?"

"She doesn't have pockets because she's wearing yoga pants and she refuses to wear a purse. So, leave a message."

"Where is Nerissa?"

"In the bathroom. We're at the fair grounds today and I don't think she wants to talk to you right now."

"Well, I don't care. She's been avoiding me and I need to tell her that I made my choice even...even if it breaks her heart."

"So that's it? All this effort and time for you only to leave her in the dust? Break her heart? Seriously? You're not even going to try long distance."

"I don't think long distance will work between her and I. If I'm honest, I didn't know if this would work out at all. I mean, when you really think about it, this whole thing started with a phone call. Unlike fairytales love doesn't happen in a few phone calls."

"Then what was the point of her opening up to you? What was the point of those phone calls?"

"I...don't know. Yes there was something between us, but I don't think there is anymore."

"I have no words...I can't believe-"

"Don't tell her. Don't. I want to say it to her over the phone. It started with a phone call...it will end with a phone call."

"Bullshit. She deserves to know in person not over the phone. Either you do it in person or I will."

"..."

"Nessie? Hey, you took a long time. Look, Quentin is on the phone right now and he has something to tell you. I'm going to put it on speaker. Be warned, I want to punch him."

"So, I'm on speaker now? She can hear me?"

"Yes. Now say it or I will because she doesn't deserve this shit from you."

"Nerissa. I'm so sorry. I can't do long distance with you...I can't do this with you. I don't think it will work out, but please believe me when I say that I am sorry. Nerissa? Can you talk to me please?"

"Do you want to talk to him? ...Okay you go ahead. I'll deal with this."

"What is happening?"

"Tears are in her eyes, voice cracking as I'm sure you heard in the background, and worst of all, she walked away because this is too much for her. Fuck. You."

"It has been obvious from the very beginning that it wouldn't work out. I tried, I liked her, but this whole thing is not realistic."

"You hurt her. You should have just stopped talking to her the moment you talked about the damn dynamic thing. That was a clear sign that you aren't right for her."

"Whatever. I'll call her later and we'll work it out and be friends. Before I move to New York."

"Don't bother. Call her again and she'll probably just hang up. You fucked up."

"I still want to be friends..."

"That's the thing! You made her fall for you thinking you would be by her side. You won't. You never intended it in the first place. Give me one reason why she should still be friends with you?"

"I care about her."

"Bull. Shit. If you cared about her you wouldn't have done this. You would have tried."

"Well maybe I don't want to try. Maybe I just had a horrible motive and now regret this whole thing!"

"I fucking knew it. I'm telling her and don't you care call this phone again."

"...Dammit."